personal, poetry, writing

Poem: A Big Bang Theory

Imagine –
Being the one to say:
Creation begins with destruction
There is nothing –
– Nothing explodes
The universe is born
Baser instincts
Call for fire
An urge to erupt
Down in the earth’s core itself
More than human nature
Nature itself
Born and breed in destruction
(So how could we ever be anything else?)
Self destruction
Brings new lives
For every act of creation
Someone dies
Here –
A theory for the known universe:
No one makes it out alive
Imagine –
Being the first to say
(Its not our fault we’re this way)

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